White Curls of Smoke (Ode To Lady Day)

my woman pours out hunger like monsoon rain come down to drown both wind and world in melancholy memories before the dreams went dry before the fade to funk stripped withered rhythms from her trunk her blue/black/smile still draws you down below firm breasts to pleasured space - wet with wandering warm-scented words wrapped brother-tight in uptown Harlem's summer absolution tonight where blue notes float above white curls of smoke in risin' syncopation with rifts and rhythms of the moon a soulful summer night where blues make it through soft-silky lips of ebony woman with high yellow light where blues make it better than forever for a night